Disclaimer: I'd really hoped we were past all this. *Guns cock* Fine. I don't own Star Trek, or the related characters. I do own myself, TUBA, and anything else you don't recognize, unless otherwise noted.
A/N: Sorry for any Trek Historical Inaccuracies. I'm no history buff.
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Chapter 16
TUBA chuckled to himself in his lair. He knew that I was no match for him - definately more of a challenge then those Greeks, but the Greeks were inredibly high on the simplicity scale. Turning, a small smile still on his face, he looked at his captive, Spock. The smile grew, and he stared at Spock. The Vulcan held TUBA's gaze for an incredible amount of time, but then Spock turned away. The human half of him was ashamed at having been stared down. It didn't seem possible, he was a Vulcan - and yes, this was what the human half was thinking.
The Black Author turned away and pulled something out of his cloak. Spock caught a glint of the object, it was a grail. TUBA placed it behind a sheet of heavy metal, and locked as securely as he could. If anyone but an author touched it, he would cease to of existed.
Spock decided that he had waited enough; this man was clearly powerful, clearly at least a challenge for the Author, myself, and maybe his friends were all already dead. But he followed his thoughts through to conclusion, and the conclusion was that if his friends had been killed, he would probably know about it - The Black Author seemed like the type to brag and banter. But anyways, Spock decided that he had waited long enough and spoke.
"Why are you keeping me here?" He questioned. "It is of no logical purpose." He added, hoping (an annoyingly human emotion) that the bluff would work. "My comrades do not care if I live or die." He faked consideration. "In fact, they may actually prefer my death."
TUBA laughed aloud. "Please, Spock. Don't patronize me. I know exactly who you are. I know everything about you." Spock began to open his mouth to object that this was impossible, but TUBA cut him off. "Yes, Spock, everything. I know that when you were a young boy, 5.3 years old, on March 26th in the Old Earth calendar, you left for your mothers home planet of Earth at approximately 0400hrs. You found yourself preferring the quieter Vulcan, and returned to Vulcan on March 30th at approximately 2100hrs. You see, I know everything about you, Spock [Insert last name here]."
For nearly the first time in his life, Spock was struck speechless.
TUBA smiled. "I know everything about you, and I know everything you think. You can do nothing that I do not expect."
Spock found his voice quickly. "You did not answer my question." He said plainly.
"Ah, there it is. The inevitable sidestep. You find yourself unable to logically address this matter, so you change the subject, hoping to cover your surprise, that disgustingly human emotion." TUBA laughed his evil laugh.
Spock frowned, and opened his mouth to say something, but then decided that it wasn't logical to anger TUBA, and closed it - something surprisingly unSpock-ish.
"What?" TUBA asked. "What is it?"
"I said nothing."
"It's my laugh, isn't it?" The Black Author scowled.
Spock said nothing.
"Gah!" He shouted. "What's wrong with it?!"
"I believe that the human term is that it is... wimpish." Spock said uncertainly.
Murder flared in TUBAs eyes, and he looked ready to smite Spock then and there. But he held himself back, and the light left his eyes. "No. If I kill him now, there will be nothing to draw the Author to me. No. I will hold back." The light flared up again. "But I may forget my objectives, and then you will die in a most excruciatingly painful manner. Understand?"
"I fear neither pain nor death." Spock answered easily. "And I do note that you have failed to answer my question."
The Black Author lifted his eyebrow. "Oh, did I?" It may have been the lighting, but it appeared to Spock that his eye caught a glint that made him appear more sinister. "Then you are not as sharp as I thought you were."
"My friend, you are bait."
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A short chapter, but it was important to plot development and character development. And a heads up, Star Trekking for the Holy Grail may be over soon. I'll be starting work on the next chapter either tonight or tomorrow, too, so you'll probably have another chapter before the 24th, possibly two. But don't keep your hopes up for two.
A/N: Sorry for any Trek Historical Inaccuracies. I'm no history buff.
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Chapter 16
TUBA chuckled to himself in his lair. He knew that I was no match for him - definately more of a challenge then those Greeks, but the Greeks were inredibly high on the simplicity scale. Turning, a small smile still on his face, he looked at his captive, Spock. The smile grew, and he stared at Spock. The Vulcan held TUBA's gaze for an incredible amount of time, but then Spock turned away. The human half of him was ashamed at having been stared down. It didn't seem possible, he was a Vulcan - and yes, this was what the human half was thinking.
The Black Author turned away and pulled something out of his cloak. Spock caught a glint of the object, it was a grail. TUBA placed it behind a sheet of heavy metal, and locked as securely as he could. If anyone but an author touched it, he would cease to of existed.
Spock decided that he had waited enough; this man was clearly powerful, clearly at least a challenge for the Author, myself, and maybe his friends were all already dead. But he followed his thoughts through to conclusion, and the conclusion was that if his friends had been killed, he would probably know about it - The Black Author seemed like the type to brag and banter. But anyways, Spock decided that he had waited long enough and spoke.
"Why are you keeping me here?" He questioned. "It is of no logical purpose." He added, hoping (an annoyingly human emotion) that the bluff would work. "My comrades do not care if I live or die." He faked consideration. "In fact, they may actually prefer my death."
TUBA laughed aloud. "Please, Spock. Don't patronize me. I know exactly who you are. I know everything about you." Spock began to open his mouth to object that this was impossible, but TUBA cut him off. "Yes, Spock, everything. I know that when you were a young boy, 5.3 years old, on March 26th in the Old Earth calendar, you left for your mothers home planet of Earth at approximately 0400hrs. You found yourself preferring the quieter Vulcan, and returned to Vulcan on March 30th at approximately 2100hrs. You see, I know everything about you, Spock [Insert last name here]."
For nearly the first time in his life, Spock was struck speechless.
TUBA smiled. "I know everything about you, and I know everything you think. You can do nothing that I do not expect."
Spock found his voice quickly. "You did not answer my question." He said plainly.
"Ah, there it is. The inevitable sidestep. You find yourself unable to logically address this matter, so you change the subject, hoping to cover your surprise, that disgustingly human emotion." TUBA laughed his evil laugh.
Spock frowned, and opened his mouth to say something, but then decided that it wasn't logical to anger TUBA, and closed it - something surprisingly unSpock-ish.
"What?" TUBA asked. "What is it?"
"I said nothing."
"It's my laugh, isn't it?" The Black Author scowled.
Spock said nothing.
"Gah!" He shouted. "What's wrong with it?!"
"I believe that the human term is that it is... wimpish." Spock said uncertainly.
Murder flared in TUBAs eyes, and he looked ready to smite Spock then and there. But he held himself back, and the light left his eyes. "No. If I kill him now, there will be nothing to draw the Author to me. No. I will hold back." The light flared up again. "But I may forget my objectives, and then you will die in a most excruciatingly painful manner. Understand?"
"I fear neither pain nor death." Spock answered easily. "And I do note that you have failed to answer my question."
The Black Author lifted his eyebrow. "Oh, did I?" It may have been the lighting, but it appeared to Spock that his eye caught a glint that made him appear more sinister. "Then you are not as sharp as I thought you were."
"My friend, you are bait."
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A short chapter, but it was important to plot development and character development. And a heads up, Star Trekking for the Holy Grail may be over soon. I'll be starting work on the next chapter either tonight or tomorrow, too, so you'll probably have another chapter before the 24th, possibly two. But don't keep your hopes up for two.